It has been a week since I had... had- d
died.
It was still hard for me to understand this.
All of it was.
Why was I so special?
What did I have to do?
What was it that I had to save everyone from exactly?
It was all so much that it hurt my head to think about it sometimes.
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Things looked different now. Different from what it looked like when I was alive. Everything seemed slower, almost like I was constantly in a tank of water, watching everything from the outside, in. And it always looked like a dark, dreary blanket cascading over the world. I've been trying to figure out what Andromida meant, but I always draw a blank. I'm just a normal, average, 16-year-old girl. Well, I was at least. I sat there and started to cry. I started to scream and yell. But what was the point...no one heard me, and no one ever will again.
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Yay...if you have any ideas of where this could go feel free to share..... Nothing will be ignored 😄😄😄.....BTW this is just kinda like a filler chapter, trust me, the nex two will be long
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ParanormalHello, my name is Emma Finley, and I'm dead. I'm also the only hope that mankind - both dead and alive- has left. Me and my team are here to take on the perilous journey to save all of humanity. Through daring fights and extreme situations, we are h...
